A FEN AGAIN

laced or not, her shoes
words flow like swords making
new cuttings from old sounds
shoshannahs stream in soft
meadows releasing an ah-part
from a fresh source


& from Lily’s winter residence
sapling sounds flow again honey-sweet
as if voices of older men in the fen of
sixies repeat the sun pouring down
like honey the lily-worn
traveler


yet the traveler who fed them
did so in under sense and with
her own sense of matter
living the ah-part apart from
the material world; she
fed them and their old voices carried


& Lily’s men bring something hospitable here
but whether laced or not, their fen-sensing
is made lacey with age; sit down
listen to it thickening in greenery
the scenery around you a fen for U-R
gathered around you, the soul-making you are



©2011 A Fen Again stephanie pope mythopoetry.com
photoshop pencil sketch panorama, Lily In Fen ©2011

RITING MYTH : : MYTHIC WRITING

           An Orbit of Understanding; A Pattern of Deepening

      For even as you have home-comings in your twilight, so has the
      wanderer in you the ever distant and alone.     ~Kahlil Gibran

On that hill

under that sky
I saw a shadow
lift its head


in that word
in that way
under that
last light.

…Then,
he said “mould”
but, I heard “mold”
and instantly, “decay”

and instantly
the shadow moved
instantly away.


“Write at that,” he said

till it grows on that hill
under that sky
in that word
its own way
that light. In that

last light
                something new.


©2010 mythopoetry.com
An Orbit of Understanding; A Pattern of Deepening stephanie pope  matter & beauty series